Falling, poisonous leaves
blows about
judging deeds before them
Go around
maze will follow you
the blackest pit
In here: no salvation
only desperate clinging
and the falling leaves
Stomach cannot be pleased
mouth never stops speaking
ears does not listen
Foolish noise
too much said
credibility long lost
Forgotten faith
the waves took it
these unrelenting waves
The beach is empty now
just the drama of
stones slowly crushed
What was before now is no more
the tree is naked
the leaves are gone
Silent reflections
flowing within
touching the deepest part of me
From this exterior source
this might
unrepentent greatness
Subtle
ten thousand eyes
claiming lordship
It flows out from within
softly grasping
feets and neck
This interior god
who have become soul
and mind
Speak for a moment
then be quite
do not go on jabbering
Careless I utter strange symbols
flowing through and into my mouth
speaking the world into position
A kind touch is enough to invoke it
heart is restless
I am only seemingly free
Roaming the extremes of the mind
uphill and battered
brothers and sisters is my light
This fearsome crocodile
and this mud and jungle
above and beyond
I should speak to all of my secrets
but hardly an ear would listen
though I speak with such subtle a voice
To decide who to be – ?
identities are broken and mended
how would I know
This graceful being – !
full of hope and misgivings
so full of herself
Dare not to seek the entrances
do not follow my lead
into something not easily understood
Sometimes I fantasize
nothing trivial or naive
just a flower of my interior logic
To set and to be in motion
to search clouds and their contents
for a rainy day
Secret is
I am full of ambition
full of violence
Sometimes just observing
these people who flock to and from
they spill out a bit of their interior logic
What do you see?
How do you measure events?
Please, see it for what it is
A piece of tragic loss
maladaptive responses
cruel situations
My logic is full of hate
though I try to produce clouds
and precious sunshine
Safety and laws of the protocols
it reaches not here
and no complaints
Like ice that evaporates
and lesser substances
jointly trashed together
The Moon and its whereabouts
city of Jerusalem and when we lost it
sold it for a few treats
Together now
we trashed the Moon
and its whereabouts now unknown
Searching is done
and we are a few misfits
letting our tears evaporate like ice
Jewelry we wear around our neck
not tied to these fools
and what is unknown has no value
The working mind
seems conspicuously alive
gentle, yet so much betrayal
For a mind
and for a slight piece of my soul
I gave it away
Anyone could have it
I freely divulged my secrets
and understood fierce consequences
I wanted a divorce
and realized in a perfect moment
my fragile unity
One, it is
a unit
complete as it is
Though so horrible
my mind
and its strange fragility
The master at the other end
took me to such places
undescribed
I witnessed the angels secret work
and the smell of these flowers
and my body made of dust
So incomplete
and so weak
what else do you want from me?
Through these dilemmas
spontanity is vital
and lots of sports and amusement
My senew is dried and stored
unable to help
can no longer locate the source
Dissatisfaction
I don’t play the lute no more
now it plays through me
Careful not to hinder and delay
what is lost will someday be found
but not loose ends
Flirting slightly and on certain occasions
but cannot seal the deal
such vast cycles of emptiness
My drinking water has gone stale
the show is of a certain substance
such substance like of stars
I care not to revel in the drama
care not for social control
and to the crowd I have no visitations
They are blank and silly
touring across the globe
finding my stillborn babies
Who is watching who
and to who does this occur?
just give me a reason
Blatently denied
supersticious and conflated
again into the back room
Devils here abound
and gruesome acts we count
forgetting a few options
Between these trees
barbaric tribes are hidden
seldom as obscure as my arm
Take it of they said
and put it to rest
give me a moment of calm
I saw in these places
something unique
and innocent
Yet beyond our borders
these rotting hearts
made of glass and sand and fiber
I move in mountain mist
among the cool lakes
and my calm
These tough lands
and these cruel hearts
became my nation and people
The wilderness is glorious
it continually refines its essence
carve itself through millenials
We are its passive servants
loving her cruelty
her passion and love
These forces that moves in us
these contradictions
this lawlessness and hate
This wealth of our minds
these struggles we have
and our overcoming
Give it to me raw
let me taste your bitter tears
continue on – for nothing at all
Peace and reconciliation – How?
only to accept our Mothers blows
and her strange submissiveness
Father: a distant beast
child: up to no good
never to accept things as they are
I am used to being a slave
could not get my act together
and I was wasted
Then some prolonged misery occoured
but it wasn’t enough
evidently enough
Tried to lay ahold of several badges
but it was fruitless
pure speculation
I found myself disenfranchised
by some apes
the best of their kind
My depression became severe
and then I noticed a relapse
the same old story
We flew together to the edge
tried to hold on to vital ideals
it gave me some headache
I guess I thought this would be easy
far from it
and it’s just the same old story
